★Anastasia★
I had been awake for over an hour already, but the dream still clung to me the same way that blood had clung to Noah. The taste of terror, the sight of Noah covered in blood – it all felt too real. Too heavy to simply shake off. I pressed my fingers to my temples as I willed the images to fade. But they wouldn’t. I needed answers, and the only one who could help me was Aunt Eloise. I got dressed as quickly as I could before I grabbed my keys and left my apartment. The early afternoon air felt harsh, and the sun felt too bright. The streets were alive with activity, but I ignored all of it as I got into my car and started the drive to the farmhouse. By the time I got there, I was so anxious that it felt like I was going to throw up. However, as I got out of the car and knocked
